Chapter 468-Regret? too late

place, the cut-off neck, the bright red blood like a stream from a mountain stream!when Song Wan was dying, his head rolled down and said with difficulty: "who are you" "" Hu Yanluo, Wu Song! "as soon...although he doesn't know what the intention of doing this is, Huarong is still what Wuzhi said.

with a long silver gun in his hand, he came to the ring step by step.

compared with the cool action of the razor just now, Huarong's ordinary behavior attracted a lot of boos from people around him.

Huarong was a little nervous, after all, he is new here.

moreover, now the great Song emperor is sitting not far away, and everything he is doing now has fallen into the eyes of the emperor and the civil and military ministers next to him.

it's a lie to say not to be nervous.

but when I heard the boos of the group next to me, on the contrary, Huarong's heart, which had been hanging all the time, gradually sank.

especially in front of this so-called jianghu master called razor, seeing Huarong coming up, there is no concealment of contempt and disdain in his eyes!

the anger in Huarong's heart has been ignited!

without too much movement, Huarong held a long gun in his hand and saluted to the razor in front of him.

he reported his name: "in Xiahuarong, Qingfeng Zhai Zhi Zhai."

Hua Rong's voice fell, and Wuzhi, who was outside the court, added in a very timely manner.

"Gentlemen, the master I sent here, the jianghu people nicknamed Xiao Li Guanghuarong!"

Huarong is, after all, a member of the general system. As soon as he plays, many generals begin to applaud enthusiastically.

it's just that compared with the large number of civil service groups, their applause is really rare.

the razor had obviously never heard of Hua Rong's name, and his face was full of contempt.

he even began to sneer: "Xiao Li Guang" Hem, Li Guang, the legendary flying general, is best at archery with curved bows. What are you doing with a silver spear in your hand "

"it's not going to come up and play a trick and go back and brag to those women, is it"

you know, this Huarong is a really handsome guy.

his outfit, with a long gun in his hand, is not as heroic as the legendary Zhao Zilong in Changshan.

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this razor looks like a crooked melon and split jujube, and I hate those handsome boys most. Now, it's even more direct sarcasm.

but Hua Rong didn't retort. He just clasped his silver gun and stared sharply at the razor.

see the razor, smile!

"Boy, you should know my name!" Now that you are up here, you must be aware of death! "

"however, it seems that you are still so young, I will give you a chance to live. Wait a minute, the knife in my hand will cut off your arm first. If you are smart, get down on your knees and kowtow and beg for mercy! "

Huarong drank coldly: "cut the crap, come on!"

the razor sneered: "I don't know if I live or die!"

accompanied by Liang Shicheng's "the fight begins!" Suddenly, everyone around the ring held their breath and stared intently at the ring.

the moment Liang Shicheng's voice fell, the razor and Huarong moved at the same time.

Huarong grabbed the long gun with his right hand and poured all his internal forces into the long gun. His body instantly turned into a white light and stabbed at the razor in an invisible way.

the razor stared wide and looked unbelievable at the moment Huarong shot!

he never expected this pretty boy to be so fast!

it was too late when the razor realized something was wrong.

the silver gun in Huarong's hand seems to pierce the air, making a hollow sound that makes people's eardrums very uncomfortable!

the razor cannot be avoided, so I can only put the knife made of cold iron in the East China Sea in front of the chest!

the razor still wants to wait for himself to take the shot, so he will fight to the death with the fastest speed and strength, which is a pity that he does not have the chance.

the tip of the silver gun pierced the blade like a bamboo, "Ping-ping!" With a sound, the blade was instantly broken into pieces!cials are eager to dig pits for these refugees and bury themselves. As for where they eventually stay, they are not likely to pay attention.Wu Song and Sun Erniang stood beside Wu Zhi, looking at the...